I can't hear a thing, I feel like I'm in a pit of darkness. No feeling, no vision, no taste...wait what's that? It looks like an angel? Am i dead?

“You want revenge. No?”

Asked a mysterious voice, Chaos was rendered speechless by what he saw. A beautiful angel with wings as black as death itself, and a voice as smooth as his mothers was talking to him. Chaos got his voice back and replied

“Yes, they took me from my sister and my friend.”

“Then take it”

Demanded the angel.

“Take what? The only things here are you and me. Nothing else.”

Questioned Chaos still bewildered by all this. Answering Chaos tauntingly the angel said.

“Exactly. Take my power, take all the negative feelings in this world, the hate, anger, remorse, depression, take it all and use it to fulfill your dreams!”

“But, taking this power must come with a price! Nothing in this world is free.”

Replied Chaos now being skeptical of what was being said

“Aw, you are a smart young man, of course there is a price. You must use my power to kill, doesn't matter what, how, why, when, or where you just have to kill before you die, or you will trapped by me and I will torture you for time of eternity!”

Answered the angel full knowing that if Chaos rejected his power, then Chaos would die like the other young girl he had gone to. Chaos gave his answer

“I will take your power, but how will I know how to use it? Anyways what does it even look like.”

“No time for questions, you will awake soon. All questions will be revealed to you in due time. Now go into the world and show how mighty a vessel you are for me!”

Exclaimed the angel. Then all went black again…

Chaos could feel his eyelids peeling from his eyes as he woke up. All he could see was the top of a bunk bed. Now wondering how he was in the bunk bed he felt a weird muscle in his back. As he stood up he saw he had pitch black wings coming from his back

Why the hell do I have wings? What's going on?

“Do you not remember me? I'm hurt how could you forget me?” said an unknown, but familiar voice

“Who are you?” Chaos said as he franticly looked around the room for the unknown voice, but kept falling due to the unfamiliar weight on his back.

“It is me, the one who gave you your power. I am in your head, so you can stop frolicking around like a blind idiot.” Repleied the same voice.

“Ok… that's good to know, but what's your name?”

“My name? My name is Caecilius Latimer, but you can just call me ‘C’. I am the angel of… well I'll have to tell you later, you don't need to know that yet, try walking around. Get used to those beautiful new wings of yours before you make an embarrassment of yourself in the public.”

“OK ill try”

So Chaos, after falling enough to make him not want to sit down again, was able grasp the hand of walking somewhat slowly, but able to keep his balance

“There you happy now” Chaos said to “C”

“No, not yet”

“What? What else do you want me to do?”

“Try going outside, let others be star struck at your magnificence!” “C” said getting a little full of himself

“Fine, fine, but this is that last thing then I'm going back to bed, OK?”

“Deal”

“Good”

As Chaos walked out of his room into a long hallway he saw the list of names that didn't make it past the experiments

Grace reckson, luxar bloodson, and list of about twenty-five some other names that's chaos didn't notice. She's dead… but why… she was so strong… so young… so nice… my sister Grace Reckson is dead… and I'm alive.